An Odyssey
“Am I your type? I mean apart from my clothing”
He looked at me smiling anxiously, “Don’t get me wrong. You are”
I opened my mouth, grinning, impressed, “I’m someone’s type”
He smirked, “You are a lot of guys’ type. Nobody really asks you out because you make it very clear you want nothing more than friendship. I mean, come on, you’re friends with major guys of CAS yet nobody ever made a move on you.”
“I am flattering myself”
“You should and we are here,” he hit the brakes. “Lilly, you are a big deal. People are impressed that the hard to get girl is dating me”
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